Wisdom of the Ages

Something Else To Remember

When I started writing my blog I said it
would cover a wide range of topics. I also said not everything would be
original. A great speaker once said, “if you steal from one person it’s
plagiarism, if you steal from a lot of people it’s research.”

The story I want to share today was sent to
by Harry Kring, a friend since 1949 and former classmate (class of 1954 Sinking
Spring High School). It’s from "In The Eye of the Storm," (pp...221,
225-226) by Max Lucado.-------

It happened every Friday evening, almost
without fail, when the sun resembled agiant orange and was starting to
dip into the blue ocean. Old Ed came strolling alongthe beach to his favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand was a
bucket of shrimp. Ed walksout to the end of the pier,
where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow ofthe sun is a golden bronze now.

Everybody's gone, except for a few
joggers on the beach. Standing out on the end ofthe pier, Ed is alone with his
thoughts...and his bucket of shrimp. Before long,
however, he is no longer alone. Up in the
sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that
lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier. Before long, dozens of seagulls have
enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the
hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile, 'Thank
you. Thank you.' In a few short minutes the bucket is empty.

But Ed doesn't leave. He stands
there lost in thought, as though transported to another time and place. When he finally
turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a few of the birds hop along the
pier with him until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly
makes his way down to the end of the beach and on home.

If you were sitting there on the pier
with your fishing line in the water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,'
as my dad used to say. Or, to onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own
weird world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp. To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty.
They can seem altogether unimportant
.....maybe even a lot of nonsense. Old folks often
do strange things, at least in the eyes of
Boomers and Millennials. Most of them
would probably write Old Ed off, down there in
Florida... That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better.

His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker.
He was a famous hero in World War I, as he was in WWII. On one of his
flying missions across the Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously,
all of the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft. Captain
Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the roughwaters of the Pacific. They
fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they fought hunger and thirst. By the eighth
day their rations ran out. No food. No water. They were far from land and no one knew
where they were or even if they were alive. But every
day across America millions wondered
and prayed that Eddie Rickenbacker might somehow be found alive.

The men adrift
needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged on.
All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft. Suddenly Eddie felt something
land on the top of his cap. It was a seagull!

Old Ed would later describe how he sat
perfectly still, planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from
the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and his
starving crew made a meal of it - a very slight meal for eight men. Then they used the
intestines for bait. With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more bait....and the
cycle continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors
of the sea until they were found and rescued after 24 days at sea.

Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years
beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving
seagull. And he never stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night
he would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude.

But wait, there’s more: Eddie
Rickenbacker was the founder of Eastern Airlines. Before WWI he was a race car driver. In
WWI he was a pilot and became America's first ace. In WWII he was an instructor and
military adviser, and he flew missions with the combat pilots. Eddie Rickenbacker is a true
American hero. And now you know another story about thetrials and sacrifices that brave
men and women have endured for our freedom.

This is a great story that many
don't know. You never know about old guys, You just never know what they have
done during their lifetime.